Page 1 of A Ryan Regret


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SHANE

“You move that hand any higher, sweetheart, and I’m going to have to pull over and have you take care of the situation you’re causing here.”

Jessie laughs softly and trails her fingers from the top of my thigh to my knee. “I was only resting my hand.”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” I shoot a quick glance at her, then refocus on the road. She has a huge smile on her face. So fucking beautiful. And I’m about to get her to myself for two nights at our lake house. No kids. No brothers. Just me and her. Nothing to do but?—

“I think you’re just obsessed with sex,” she adds, cutting off my thought.

I snort a laugh.

She turns, her mouth hanging open as she stares at me. “What?”

“I just think it’s funny that my wife, who can barely go twelve hours without being dicked down, is accusing me of being obsessed with sex.”

When I steal another glance at her, she has her lips pressed together like she’s trying not to laugh. “I do not need to get dicked down every twelve hours.”

“No.” I agree with a nod. “More like six, actually.”

“Shane!” Giggling, she swats me on the shoulder.

“Can you honestly tell me it’s not true?”

She folds her arms over her chest, and I can practically hear her brain ticking over as she tries to think of a sassy comeback. “Well, it’s not like it’s my fault. I have four husbands. It’s not like I need it that often. I could go days without sex.”

The fuck she could. The laugh that rolls out of me makes her huff with indignation. I stop at a red light and give her my undivided attention. “No, you most definitely could not.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “I could go longer than you.”

I shake my head. “Not a fucking chance.”

She purses her lips, her beautiful baby blues dancing with mischief. “You want to bet on that?”

“You should know better than to make a wager with me, sweetheart. You know I only play to win.”

She rolls her eyes. “Scared you’ll lose, Shane Ryan?”

The light turns green, and I turn back to the road. “Not even a little bit.”

She runs her hand up my thigh again and squeezes, her fingers digging into my muscle and making my cock twitch. “Prove it then. The first one to give in is the loser.”

I frown. “And giving in would be?”

“I guess for you it would be fucking me, and for me…”

“Begging me to fuck you,” I finish for her, flashing her a grin.

“Yes. And you will so give in before I do.”

“You think? I only have to kiss your neck and you’re ready to jump me,” I remind her.

Her giggle makes me smile. “Have I ever told you you’re an arrogant asshole?”

“Many, many times. But it doesn’t mean I’m wrong. And if that’s your idea of a bet, I’ll take it.” If there is anything I’m sure of, it’s that I can make Jessie Ryan beg for my cock.

“Then game on,” she says with a seductive purr.

“Game on, sweetheart.”

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